Gold Medal Mad Concubine: The Evil King Dotes on His Wife Too Much

Chapter 37 Trash Counterattack 8
In his heart, as if something was about to explode, Yun Feiliang couldn't help taking a breath, and looked at that trusting gaze.That's right, he had already lost two years ago, and this time, he will never lose!Noodles, isn't he already prepared, and retreating here, what is that!
Master's last wish, he will definitely fulfill it!The gaze in his eyes became firmer.Yun Feiliang stretched out his right hand, the flour had already landed on his chopping board, his breath changed in vain, his hands were like afterimages, clear water fell into the flour, and the next moment, it had become a ball, floating on the cloud. Feiliang waved his hands.

And Ye Cheng over there refused to admit defeat. Maybe two years ago, he needed tricks to defeat Yun Feiliang in front of him, but now, even if ten Yun Feiliang stood in front of him, he couldn't defeat him. He knocked down.While Yun Feiliang was kneading the dough, Ye Cheng sneered.For noodles, fine noodles are the most basic skill test.Make a bowl of fine noodles, how can you satisfy those two people who are high above you?

Ordinary noodles will only make your own works greatly discounted!

"Fish!" In the astonished gaze, a huge catfish had already appeared on the chopping board, and before Lan Fengyi could react, Ye Cheng had already started to do it.Those slender hands swept across the catfish with a kitchen knife, and all the shells were shaved clean in an instant.Lifting it backhand, the catfish had turned over on the chopping board, and the shells on both sides were scraped clean in an instant. Ye Cheng didn't worry, and quickly fetched clean water to wash the catfish in his hand.

Yun Feiliang's heart sank. Could it be that Ye Cheng in front of him wanted to use this catfish to make noodles?With a sinking heart, Yun Feiliang frowned. The noodles are made of flour, and the necessary ingredient is chewiness!If the noodles lose their chewiness, no matter how delicious they are, they cannot be called noodles!On the contrary, catfish is a fish, even if it is turned into noodles, there is no way to produce the same tenacity as noodles, that is to say, it is a failed work.Ye Cheng, what are you going to do with that catfish!
For a moment, the sweat on Yun Feiliang's forehead couldn't help falling down quickly. If he really achieved the toughness like noodles, then he...

"Do it carefully, don't worry about what's going on over there." Lan Fengyi stared at Ye Cheng indifferently, watching his technique, catfish as a face, it is really a good way, but what to do next, as a How does a cook need to improve on noodles?
Even Ouyang Zhengyang couldn't help opening his eyes wide, staring at Ye Cheng and the catfish in his hand, just pinching his beard.

"Senior, which of these two people do you think has a better chance of winning?" Nalan Jingchen looked at the two people in the field with the corner of his mouth raised slightly, and casually closed his eyes. .

Ouyang Zhengyang said with a helpless smile: "I said, Your Highness the Second Prince, you're going to spoil the old man. Now that the competition has just started, will they decide their victory or defeat?"

"I think Yun Feiliang won." Nalan Jingchen didn't care about what Ouyang Zhengyang said, but just replied softly.

Half an hour passed quickly, and at the moment when the gongs and drums sounded, Yun Feiliang and Ye Cheng stopped their movements at the same time, and two bowls of noodles had already appeared in the big bowl.The difference is that what Ye Cheng is holding is thin noodles, while Yun Feiliang is holding the skin-like sliced ​​noodles.

(End of this chapter)